I could not have planned this better. Fate was steering things in my direction, or was fate steering me to them? For whatever reason, things were work...ng out perfectly.Even though the project was on hold, we went for the walk. From the scowl on Paul's face, he knew there was a lot more going on here than he could determine. I hoped that by the time we left he would understand, not by anyone saying anything, but understand the underlying magic. That Scott now resided in Greg.Out in the cool of a. I picked up the Hustler magazine and opened it to a spread where the woman has her mouth right over a guys head and looked at the pictures with him. I took off my mask and said do you know of a safe room? He said yes and I looked down at a massive bulge in his blue work pants. He led me down the hall just a few doors down and we went into the break room where there was a table, several chairs and a small couch. I sat on the couch and he stood in front of me, neither of us said a word, I undid. I must admit to enjoying the feeling of been frustrated sexually, the tingling sensation I get and dribbling pussy drives me crazy. It was a pleasantly warm day and as I walked briskly down the road could feel myself beginning to sweat. I turned the corner and saw that the bus was close to the stop, so had to run the remaining hundred metres. By the time I reached the bus stop, I was breathing heavily, beads of sweat forming on my brow. I’d only just made it, the last to climb up the steps and. .", and said I could stack them by him if I needed some room for my wet feet.He said the pot was k** stuff, and asked me if I had ever tried poppers; I told him no, I didn't know what they were. He reached into his pocket and he handed me a little brown bottle. He told me to take two big sniffs, but I told him I didn't know what he meant. He said that was okay - the first time everybody needed some help. When he went to go put the bottle under my nose and hold my nostril, he put his thumb on my.